Moonlit Deep Mountains, Road's End; Near Death, the Eight Trigrams Soul Was Hard to Bear

"Meow?"

Within the Apricot Realm, Greed God's alchemy motions stalled. It hopped over and lifted the finger of its master, which was soaking in medicinal liquid.

Not a twitch.

It scratched at the air with a front paw in confusion.

Was it an illusion? Just now, it seemed to have moved? So many pills had already been fed to him, and even batches of saint-grade medicine had been refined. Its master had slept long enough...

It was time... he should wake up, right?...

"I'm rather curious. What exactly is this 'plan' that the lofty Dao Hall Master is so insistent on discussing with me?"

On Qingyuan Mountain, the Heavenly Mechanism Puppet simply collapsed onto the ground, no longer showing the slightest intent to resist as it began to chat.

Zhu Yike had done his best.

Yet they still could not escape. Truly, man proposed, but Qiongchang disposed.

Dao Qiongchang sat right on Zhu Yike's limp chest, ignoring the miserable cries beneath him as he chuckled. "A conversation need not be quite so direct."

"How about this? May I ask a question first?"

"If you've got something to say, spit it out." Though he had fallen into another's hands, Jinren remained unyielding in the face of power, daring to speak his mind.

Dao Qiongchang did not care much about whether he was being shown respect. Pointing at the wreckage of the Heavenly Mechanism Puppet, he asked, "How far has your research into this thing gone?"

"What you see is one ten-thousandth of it." Jinren answered without batting an eye.

In truth, that was already everything he had.

He had tried for a long time, yet failed to refine a Heavenly Mechanism Puppet like Number Two, one possessing independent consciousness.

Still, that was only normal.

If it were truly so easy to